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Mother Mother Little Hands

the time Little face, little feet Little hands in my brain Driving me insane Driving me insane Little face, little feet Little hands not around No more little sounds No more little

the time Little face, little feet, little hands in my brain Driving me insane Driving me insane Little face, little feet, little hands not around No more little sounds No more little

to argue Parents just don't understand I remember one year My mom took me school shopping It was me, my brother, my mom, oh, my pop, and my little

I come into your kingdom I'm as green as the ring on my little cold finger I've never known the loving of a man But it sure felt nice when he was holding my hand

he expects a little more from me So I try to stay humbled and as you can see my vision you can see us Cash Money til the mother f-cking ending, Brisco

thousand and one spaces free but I see that he find me guilty of the time over fee Now I know why my mother why my mother warned me said 'you might

itself I'll give you one underdog, and you gotta swing by yourself Then turn right around in that song and tell her you love her And put hands on her mother

out!) Some guys, some guys are only about (About!) That thing, that thing, that thing! (Thing!) That thing, that thing, that thing! (Thing!) Throw your hands

Aiyyo, aiyyo, watchin' my dough, sippin' my moe' Slippin' in slow, them pretty bitches sayin' hello Anyway go 'head and diss, play your Oil of Olay Little honeydip within a little